The Supreme Soldier in the City

At seven o’clock in the evening, James Brown and Joan Wilson had already arrived at the L Hotel. The invitation to dine here also reflected the importance the other party placed on them. It seemed that the bait of twenty million was substantial enough to truly arouse the interest of the entire group.

Smuggling is a highly profitable industry, but it is usually quite difficult to carry out. For a smuggling group like this, a single shipment is worth around twenty to thirty million. After their goods arrive, they still need to be distributed. If they are all to individual retailers, it would require a lot of manpower and resources. If there is a business deal worth millions, it would be enough for them to take seriously.

And twenty million would nearly cover their entire stock, which would mean they could specifically smuggle goods over for this deal. As for distribution, that would save them a lot of trouble. If they can ship goods a couple more times each month, their profits would increase significantly. Having such a business partner would be something they couldn’t ask for more.

From the last deal, their wariness towards James Brown had lessened considerably. This time, James Brown promptly deposited three million as a down payment, which convinced them of his trustworthiness all the more.

At the L Hotel, James Brown and Joan Wilson finally met that legendary big shot, a man in his fifties named William Armstrong. He wasn’t very tall, his face was lean, but his eyes were bright and sharp, exuding a cunning that seemed as if he could see through anyone’s thoughts with just one glance.

Those involved in smuggling often have to be more intellectual than those in the underworld, and this boss was clearly a man of high intelligence.

William Armstrong shook James Brown’s hand enthusiastically, laughing heartily, "Bro Sam, I was too busy to meet you last time you came, which was very rude of me. Today, I have specially prepared some humble drinks; I hope Brother Brown won’t mind it."

James Brown laughed and said, "Boss Qian, meeting such an influential person is my honor. Initially, I had no intention of making it this big, but I met two friends who were very interested, so they entrusted me to handle it, which led to this scale. I hope Boss Qian can do me this favor and not let me lose face in front of my friends."

William Armstrong gave James Brown’s hand a pat, surveying him and Joan Wilson up and down, "That’s impossible. Anyone who does business with William Armstrong, how could I not give face?"

James Brown laughed again, "Boss Qian truly lives up to his name, acting so decisively. I just love doing business with people like Boss Qian."

Everyone sat down, and the food and drinks were promptly served. William Armstrong probed indirectly about how James Brown would move the goods and what kind of connections he had.